Girls, girls, girls

I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love. Marilyn Monroe

Some girls like to say one thing and mean another. And me being who I am, I’m very straightforward. Everything is very black and white for me. I don’t really like playing mind games. Zayn Malik

Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world. Marilyn Monroe

I could remember that Motley Crue´s song “Girls, girls, girls”. Women feed my life like food. You can be with lot of women buy you never be satisfied.

I could remember a girl. Her face was fair, her person pleasing, her temper amiable, and her heart kind; she was delighted in relieving the wants of her fellow creatures, and cultivated that divine pleasure by the most liberal and unpretending methods; to the poor she was a benefactor; to the rich an example; to the wretched a comforter; to the prosperous an ornament; her piety went hand in hand with her benevolence, and she thanked her Creator for being permitted to do good. A being so gentle and yet so virtuous, slander might wound but could not dishonor. Even death, when he tore her from the arms of her husband, could but transport her to the bosom of her God. She was a perfect woman. A female character who virtually preys on men in order to destroy them for their own purposes or enjoyment. She will flirt and sexually engage the man in order to achieve his devotion (emotional and/or physical) and then destroy him when either she loses interest in him or him in her.

A girl should be like a butterfly. Pretty to see hard to catch. A girl should be like a cat curious and dangerous and the same time.

I don’t have the date yet or the clear moment, but if I can say an extraordinary idea of going to bed with that girl, it assails me in the most unexpected moments. That idea ran my mind like a waterfall. It`s interest to listen your mind which connects with the heart and the heart with the pleasure. I had a necessity beyond the morally acceptable; from time to time the desire is person in my head. I come to contemplate in front of me and I do not stop feeling an excitement that surpasses what previously experienced (as far as imagination is understood). The scene that I describe is undoubtedly the most repated in my mind, it is arising from a dream and modified little by little by the unconscious, is making its way between the most pressing desires and although at the beginning he commented half jokingly Embarrassed, today is such intensity that in our last encounter I did not dare to kiss her cheeks and commissures as we occasionally do when we meet at night. It may seem a stupidity or a further sample of my impotence in personal relationships, but I believe it is a subtle perversion, a secret joy and longed for, always superior in charm to reality, although I would already like to taste the delicacy To be able to later extol the imagination. In philosophy ideas are usually construed as mental representation images of some object or abstract concepts. But in this time, this was a pleasure idea.

I do not remember the number of glasses I have drunk, these nights are frankly pitiful, you go out, you dine, you drink, you drink, and like the little fishes of the carol, you drink again. Again in one of those bars as stinking as most of her clients, my friend now waitress gives us free drinks or in default to half price, so that all of us (the usual ones and some more) remain under one Considerable drunkenness. Among those who dance an old novieta, several nocturnal colleagues, couples cooing like sticky doves, two meddlers with the face of being the first time they go out at night and I, giving light stumbling near the bar smiling to myself and hoping that Something take me out of that place and take me to heaven. A hand touches my back and before turning around and seeing her face I know it’s her, no, it’s not intuition or a perfume, not even the call of fate, it’s the face of my friend who smiles, like Every time I find it. An impassive talk, a laugh, a cup more and the feeling of boredom is filling me, I look into his eyes and I look down again, in a low tone I say that I’m bored this life, I want more than stay Foot in front of everyone. I leave the room and look at her with a half smile, I walk a few steps without looking back. I arrive at my bar of worship, I sit on one of their sofas, without asking for a drink one of the waiters who recognizes me and pretends to bring me a transparent glass, full of bubbles and a voluptuous lemon rind. In less than two minutes she sits next to me, we laugh at the things that surround us, we drink slowly and between strange words, never confess, only purple light gives a strange color to her hair, red lips on her pale face never I have found it so close.

The first kiss that is given to a woman you want is always definitive, if you do not like you should get off that train on the go, if you like continue and get involved as much as you can. The first kiss we gave us made it clear that we were not going to get married or live together, but that night we would stick to each other.

In the room a small clutter gave way to the window that showed the park illuminated by the exaggerated lampposts. We kissed on our feet, seized by the waist, our mouths tasted of alcohol and their blond tobacco, they also knew as I could not know at that moment, I like to caress their hair, their cheeks, the nape. I like to let myself be embraced by her movements, to let myself be carried by her arms, to lick her neck, to lick the delicate interior of her ears, whispering how beautiful she is, how extraordinarily attractive she is in the moonlight, how happy I am in her arms , Between her legs, in her. He takes off his shirt and a black lace bra holds two precious white breasts, the pale pink haloes appear. I open my mouth and lick them, I nibble them, I play with tongues and their nipples that are hardening, I lick the contour, up to the chin, down again, loosen the bra and the meat that is deposited in my hands, the Kiss in the mouth while the hands adapt to the shape, texture and warmth of the wonderful breasts. I take off my shirt with a blow, the man, a button brushes me and a drop of blood comes out of the small scratch of the chest, I take off my pants throwing him back, he takes off his skirt staying in high socks and boots. We throw ourselves on the bed that is on the floor, take off his boots, start licking the sole of the foot, above his stockings, lick the calves, scratch his legs, I stick to his waist, he lowers the stockings slowly , Slowly with closed eyes and in silence, I play with the small fingers of the right foot, caress his thighs and making a turn I position myself so that my head begins to move towards the inside of his legs. My tongue traverses all corners of her skin, stroking my twins with my lips, sucking the flesh from the inside of my thighs, moving my hand upward stroking the fabric of my panties, caressing the lace patterns that cover a escaping sex Its moisture. With my free hand I lower my underwear and caress the sex already eager to act. I begin to lick the outside of her panties, I reach her sex that uncovers the fabric with her left hand, my tongue caresses the folds slowly in concentric circles, now in a spiral, now in slow comings and goings, I notice my penis Glued to his cheeks and start masturbating me directing the glans towards the lips that open enough to allow his tongue to moisten me. With a new twist I’m under her hips, now I strain my neck to reach with the tongue the salty moisture of her sex. I hug her hips, the spider, moisten my middle finger and penetrate her sex waving inside her with fury, lick the tense clitoris while I feel her first convulsions in her, I lift my finger and